Here is my story on having my phone stolen in Dublin.
My friend and I arrived in Dublin and were overwhelmed by the friendliness we experienced on the shuttle into town. With a great first impression, we wandered down busy Grafton Street in search of our hotel. As I would normally back home, I switched on Google Maps and started looking at street signs to get an idea of where we were.
As my friend and I looked up at one sign, I was startled when my phone was snatched from my hand by a manic man who disappeared into a nearby side lane. Locals rushed to make sure I was ok. Reality was that my phone had been stolen, in broad daylight, in a crowded street, from my hands, before I had even made it to the hotel. What are the odds? We had been in Dublin for less than 2 hours! My friend and I spent the next hour at the local Police Station filing a report. A lady had already called the Police to inform them of the situation and the man who stole my phone was apparently renowned for stealing. When I asked the Sergeant what he was going to do, he said he’d go to the man’s place and ask him where my phone was (said a bit more profoundly).
The outcome? Never got my phone back and never heard from the Police again due to our short stay. We were at the beginning of our European travels and still had to return to London and visit Barcelona and Paris. However, I managed to enjoy the rest of our time in Dublin having eventually made it to our hotel. We indulged in Moroccan cuisine for the first time, I bought a pair of fabulous heels and of course, tried Guinness. Despite everything, I kind of wish I had a better mindset for exploring Dublin, I really want to go back! There is still plenty to see and I feel as though I only scratched the surface or should I say, the surface scratched me.